my roommate is pregnant and other news...

To debunk recent gossip:

My roommate is NOT pregnant, despite her cleverly concocted story. And yes, she is mischievous and hilarious and I wish I could keep as straight of face as hers (not that mine is crooked). It's a shame that liars have to burn because I almost wish I was as crazy as her. Le sigh. Someday after years of not shaving my legs I might be as funny as her (I doubt it. She, along with a lot of other people, thinks I'm disgusting. I guess my apparent lack of hygiene has also deducted points from my coolness factor).

I do not have antisocial disorder, or whatever the proper termiage is. I just have a gnome. We are friends. He gives awkward hugs. I like him more than I should. End of story.

I am feeling really random right now. Maybe it's because my neighbors are having a very loud and orange dance party outside of my apartment. Or maybe it's because I haven't eaten cheese since I last kissed a duck. Or maybe it's because I've never kissed a duck and I'm wondering how it would turn out...

I'll get back to you on that one.

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